Chapter 1284 ?

"Principal, I...I don't know where he went." Pansy said in a panic, "I don't know what happened to the mysterious man, it seems that they, Death Eaters, can't see hope..." Pansy cautiously Organized his own language, and finally decided to be honest, "He revealed his intention to get Harris' asylum, but the actions of the Ministry of Magic during this period may have scared him... He didn't contact me again."

"Pansy, your father has always been loyal to Tom and has followed him for so many years... But have you ever thought about it?" Alan tapped his finger on his desktop, "Why does he suddenly feel like watching Tom at this moment?" Is there no hope?"

For a moment, Pansy was a little puzzled. She secretly looked at Alan's expression with some uncertainty, trying to see the other's attitude from it, but the other party's very comfortable look seemed to be more due to the Dark brown sparkling drink.

"Is it because you defeated the Dark Lord in a row, principal?" Pansy said the answer carefully and complimented Allen.

"I've defeated him many times, but after the last time, your father still decided to follow Tom, but now he suddenly regrets..." Allen took a sip of his drink, "What do you think is the reason?"

Pansy didn't know why Alan would ask such a question. She began to think about all kinds of possibilities, but none of them could make her say it. Finally, she said simply: "Principal Harris... if you need anything, just ask, I don't know what Parkinson can do to you to make you look good... but we will definitely support it... just to keep my father's name."

"It seems that I can gradually make decisions at home...but..." Allen shook the cup in his hand and refilled it, "You usually get along well with my sister Emily, so she can help You beg for mercy... This is the Parkinson family's contribution, just continue to be with my sister in the future, oh, yes, Draco will definitely plead for your father, so it should also be counted..."

I understand that Allen himself admits that he is willing to let his father go, and because he has accompanied Emily and Draco well, this makes Pansy feel ashamed and a little uncomfortable: Emily is okay, it is true that he deliberately became the other party's follower Yes, but whether Draco has this relationship or not, he is willing to pay for him...

Pansy raised her eyes and met Alan's eyes. Pansy felt that her mind had nowhere to hide in front of the principal. She watched him take out a piece of parchment from the desk drawer and let it hang in the air. Immediately, he let his lit finger start writing in Latin on it, and quickly finished writing it with ease, and then handed it to Pansy.

Pan Xi accepted the contract with a puzzled face, and looked at the plain parchment with no additional decorations.

"It's just a non-disclosure agreement." Allen explained while Pansy watched the content of the contract, "There are some things I'm going to tell you next, and I need to make sure that they are not known to others."

There is no entanglement, Pan Xi already knows that this is probably the devil's contract,

The new content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester is to teach students how to be alert to the tricks of playing with words used by devils in this kind of contract.

Pan Xi didn't even look at the content of the contract, so she signed her name with herself, stood up, and handed the contract back to Alan respectfully with both hands.

"You look at problems smarter than many people..." Allen immediately signed his full name.

The effectiveness of the contract restrained the two of them at this moment. Pan Xi also knew the content of the contract in an instant-indeed, as Allen said, it was just some confidentiality rules.

"So now I can tell you something, Pansy." After putting away the contract, Allen raised his Coke cup and touched Pansy's pumpkin juice bottle and took a sip, "I resurrected two more Toms. If my guess is correct, your father followed one of them... I thought Tom would make a noise to help Britain attract firepower, but it seems that because of the production age of these two Horcruxes... that would Tom hasn't lost his mind as much as the one that was active before. One seems to be scared and has no news. The other one may have done a good job according to my speculation, but he didn't dare to come to the stage behind the scenes... I thought they At most, he was so rational that he would not kill people indiscriminately and gather strength, but he didn't expect to be so rational that he had no news at all... This was my mistake..."

"Uh..." Pansy made a strange sound subconsciously. She just felt that she couldn't calm down the fear in her heart, her palms were sweating, and her feet and scalp were numb—even the Dark Lord was regarded as a pawn in the hands of the wizard in front of her. indivual! And obviously, Harris didn't really take the comfort of ordinary wizards seriously.

"So if I'm not wrong, the one your father is following now should be the one who was frightened..." Alan continued to tap his fingers on his desk, "And your father, and the Death Eater who chose to follow this side Disciples, you should understand the state of this Tom. Seeing your master return to youth and gain sanity, you may be happy at first... But if you find that his strength has also declined... Now this powerful Tom is no match for me Now, you think your father and his colleagues... Well, although they definitely can't beat the current one, they must feel very hopeless about the future."

"Principal Harris, tell me this... If there is anything I can do, please just tell me." Pansy was completely frightened by Allen's words. She lowered her head and softened her hoarse voice deliberately. I can't wait to let Allen see his loyalty immediately.

"Don't be stressed. The reason I'm telling you this is to make things go well." Allen gave Pansy another bottle of pumpkin juice, with some soothing power in his voice, "Old Parkinson needs a reason, Ordinary people need a reason to accept him, ignoring his status as a Death Eater and what he has done, just like Lucius...so I think it is more appropriate for you to be the contact between me and him, You come to tell him, persuade him, let him cooperate with me..."

In a picture frame on the wall of "Principal Harris", an old witch with long curly silver hair said, "The gatekeeper, Mr. Filch, was blocked by a riddle."

"Thank you Dai Lisi... Oh, please don't be angry, I'm sure Tom's matter will be resolved soon." Alan stopped looking at her after explaining to the portrait, and turned to the little hand on the table, "Little hand , don’t pretend to be asleep, go open the door.”

The fingers of the little hand nestled in its nest stood up, and it jumped down from the table reluctantly, twisted its middle and index fingers, walked towards the door, slid down the handrail of the spiral staircase, and soon disappeared from their field of vision.

Pansy was surprised to notice the portraits of the past principals in the room this time. Thinking of their conversation just now without any scruples in front of these portraits, she began to worry that they would be exposed.

"Don't worry, Pansy, the portraits in this school can't tell other people what I don't want them to say... Like this little hand, I have control over it in a way my predecessors didn't have... "Alan noticed Pansy's expression, "In addition, this undead creature in the form of a hand was refined by me with Tom's severed hand. It has the same personality as its original owner. It is not easy to understand. , Be careful when dealing with it... But I need to keep it, it still has some use for me."

Pansy thought of the fact that in the live broadcast of the duel, Allen and Voldemort defeated the Dark Lord by an overwhelming advantage in the second duel and broke Voldemort's hand. In a flash of inspiration, she thought of some of the things she had learned in the divination class, and she felt even more in awe of the wizard in front of her, and she almost didn't dare to move in her seat—the other party obviously knew Voldemort's whereabouts very well, and she might be Through this severed hand... Thinking about it carefully, could it be that his act of cutting off the Dark Lord's palm was calculated...

Then Allen suddenly put his index finger on his lips, and made a silent gesture to Pansy. Before Pansy could respond quickly, some lame footsteps and a few meow.